The breakfast date

Every weekend, my college friend and I would head to the dining hall for what we called "Sunday morning commentary."

We'd savor a two-hour brunch while watching members of the student body approach the omelet station while holding hands with their Saturday night booty call.

There's a point in life -- it usually coincides with college -- when the breakfast date is a necessary evil accompanying your awkward romantic entanglements.

You slurp watery coffee, devour over-cooked eggs and count the minutes until it's socially appropriate to sever ties in the name of a much-needed shower.

Believe it or not, as your relationships evolve, the breakfast date evolves, too.

Breakfast goes from something sleazy to a rare opportunity to savor your relationship before the day's realities hit.

Check out this Sacramento Bee article about a couple who take weekly breakfast walks that span at least six miles round trip.

Because formal sit-down breakfasts are so rare in the adult world, a trip to IHOP or Waffle House can function as a morning jolt and a rare opportunity to reconnect.

It's one thing to share your heart. It's another thing to share the moons over your hammy.

(Hungry? Check out this list of the top breakfasts in the U.S.)